alias was Morph cuz she was never true to form and
always outta line.
motto was 'fuck the box',
it binds.
i walk backwards into time and move forward on rewind.
i.like.my.art .abstract.
Kadinsky:Ordered Compression.
116x89

Music: vernacular of the soul

Monday, August 30, 2010

I remember...ShitWhat don't i remember? Kinda hard to forget the day you realized your mother might just be crazy. There were other instances to follow .You know, just in case the crazy wasn't evident enough and i needed a little more convincing. Apparently someone upstairs didnt hear me cry uncle for the 5th time in as many damn years. Where was I? I stood there, mouth hanging open as if my jaw had become unhinged, eyes staring out the kitchen window, hoping my mind was somehow playing tricks on me. "No this bitch didn't."(i only thought those words of course. I valued my life.Maybe value's too strong a word there but i wasnt ready to meet my maker just yet. That'd be some fucked up shit) I keep going off in tangentsYeshStaring in utter disbelief as my mother nonchalantly chucked armfuls of my shit out the damn kitchen window."Mommy, what are you doing?!?!!!""Nothing""Mommy.Stop it!""It's okay Diana"Thats when i saw her reach for my bag.What bag?The same bag that had held all my textbooks, my senior pictures and my senior duesyes that bag"Mommy, you can't throw that out. My school books are in there.""Okay.I wont" she says, as she removes my textbooks from the bagand then... proceeds to throw every single one out our kitchen window like she had bookmarked the pages with her damn senses and shit

I.M.PERFECT

i've always maintained that ive been insane since before i even descended upon this terrestrial plane.
barreling head first from that celestial plane.
sinister grin on my face as i made my way to life's rugged terrain, cuz i was a thrill seeker.
before I
even knew my own name.
never heard of someone growing more sane, so everyday i know i grow more deranged.
condition?
rapidly deterioratiating like a case of alzheimers to the brain.
'don't know my own name' be my constant refrain like im in limbo.
and tho im nimble, tired of bending over backwards under that friggin stick, then under the knife
cuz anyway u slice it folk say i just aint right and that must be the reason i'm always left behind.
or maybe i'm just evolutionary theory come to life.
unsuspend you from that Matrix,
bring u forth into the light.
inverse then reverse it so it's
night of the living dead turned to life dying of the day from day of the dying life.
they say true genius is insanity.
so i say fuck normality.
take my art to bed,
make love to the the lune in me.
embrace the demented,
get off to the moon in me.
flash the maniac
and
dance to the tune in me.